Pearls of a synthetic truth/Perlas de una verdad sintética

 (english/español)

Followers of one or another Guru very often proof their inability for a synthetic Truth, to them, only their own Guru may talk about the “real” Truth while all the other Gurus lie and if they don´t lie anyway their teaching fall short when compared with that of their own Guru. We see this behaviour in religions too where "my God" is the real God and all the other God are a fake God.

Here I wish to propose some relevant  and incontestable facts, really happened, which demonstrates that among real Gurus there is not such a contradiction and that such things only belongs to the surface mind, and actually a mind unable to assimilate the Synthetic Truth.

While in America and some time before Paramahansa Yogananda left his physical body an American disciple told Him: Master, we all know that you will soon leave your body, pray take me with you, you are my God!

“Nonsense –Replied Yogananda- God is God, I´m just your Guru.  

“But Master! If you don't take me with you I will kill myself! She insisted.

“Oh, please stop with all this nonsense! God Himself is now incarnated in a human body in the South of India, his name is Sai Baba. After my departure you will go and stay with Him.

These prophecy proved to be correct because time later the woman went to live in Sai Baba ashram and never left till her death.

Swami Yogananda, which wisdom we can't doubt, spoke exactly in these terms referring to Sri Satya Sai Baba.

It so happens that Sai Baba (God Himself in Yogananda words) was born the 23^rd of November 1926 and the next day (24rd November) Sri Aurobindo informed his disciples that Sri Krishna had come down into the material (plane).

In a conversation held the 25^th August 1935 a Sri Aurobindo´ disciple asks the Master about the meaning of the 24^th November with the following words: “Which is the meaning of the 24^th November? There is disparity of opinions among your disciples. Some people say that the Avatar of the Supermind descended in you that day.

“Rubbish. Whose imagination is that?

“Well, I myself understood you achieved the Supermind that day.

“What was said was that the Divine, Krishna, had came down into the material (plane), it was proclaimed too that I would retire to work things out, if I had already achieved the Supermind that day why the hell I needed to retire? Sri Krishna had descended into my matter with an inevitable descent into connected general Matter, what is there of unclear about that?

With the affirmation from Yogananda that God Himself was incarnated and that His name was Sai Baba (born the 23^rd November) and Sri Aurobindo affirmation about the Krishna descent on the 24^th  November, we just have to assume they both were talking about one same Krishna, because we can hardly imagine some other Krishna descending into Sri Aurobindo´s and the general Matter.

Even so, disciples, students and Sri Aurobindo´s devotees pretend to ignore this True, while pretending to ignore that God Himself or Krishna had descended into a human form that very day, pretending that Krishna descent was something only concerned with Sri Aurobindo, losing in this way their opportunity to understand a Synthetic Truth affirmed by Yogananda, Sri Aurobindo, and Sai Baba´s existence itself at that moment.

This kind of attitude is not to underestimate insofar as it shows an inability to recognize the truth when we have it in front of our eyes or when we are informed of it through the Guru. It clearly indicates a mediocre level of understanding of the mind and this kind of fundamentalist game whereby only what our guru says is correct, or better yet, only what we think we have understood.

It goes without saying that this attitude is a serious hindrance to yoga in general and to integral yoga in particular, when we are supposed to move towards an integral truth and a synthetic true.

 

Los devotos de uno u otro Guru a menudo demuestran su incapacidad de una visión sintética de la Verdad, para ellos, solo su Guru ha dicho la verdad y los otros mienten, y si no mienten, en todo caso los otros Gurus no están a la altura de "mi" Guru. Podemos ver esta actitud también en las religiones, en donde "mi Dios" es el Dios auténtico y todos los demás Dio son falsos. 

Aquí propongo unos hechos incontestables, realmente acontecidos, que demuestran que entre los auténticos Gurus no existe contradicción, y que tales cosas solo pertenecen a la mente humana de superficie, y por cierto, una mente incapaz de asimilar la Verdad sintética.

Poco tiempo antes que Yogananda Paramahansa dejara su cuerpo se le acercó una discípula americana diciéndole: “Maestro, nosotros sabemos que te preparas para abandonar tu cuerpo físico, por favor llevame contigo, tu eres mi Dios!

“Tonterías – contestó Yogananda- Dios es Dios, yo soy tu Guru.

“Pero Maestro! Si no me llevas contigo cometeré suicidio!

“Está bien de tantas tonterías, el mismo Dios es ahora encarnado en el Sur de la India. Su nombre es Sai Baba. Cuando yo me vaya irás a vivir con Él.

Su profecía probó ser correcta en cuanto, tiempo después de la partida de Yogananda la discípula se fue a vivir al ashram de Sai Baba por el resto de su vida.

Este reputado Guru, habló exactamente con estas palabras con respecto a Sri Satya Sai Baba, y aquí no caben dudas o tergiversaciones ni nada de nada.

Se da la circunstancia que Sai Baba naciera el 23 de Noviembre 1926, y al día siguiente (24 Noviembre)  Sri Aurobindo informó a sus discípulos que Krishna había bajado a la Tierra.

En una conversación del 25 de Agosto 1935 un discípulo de Sri Aurobindo le pregunta sobre el significado del 24 de Noviembre con estas palabras: ¿”Cuál es exactamente el significado del 24 de Noviembre? Hay disparidad de opiniones entre tus discípulos, algunos dicen que el Avatar supermental descendió en ti.

“Tonterías – contestó Sri Aurobindo- ¿Quien dice esto?

“Bueno, yo mismo entendí que aquel día tú conseguiste la Supermente.

“Yo nunca he afirmado esto. Lo que dije fue que aquel día el Señor Krishna había bajado en el plano material. Y también dije que me retiraba a cumplir mi trabajo. Si el 24 de Noviembre hubiese alcanzado la Supermente ¿ por qué demonios habría tenido la necesidad de retirarme? Si Krishna, o la Supermente o su equivalente descendió en mi materia y en el plano material en general, ¿qué es tan poco claro con respecto a Su descenso en el plano material?

Con la afirmación de Yogananda que Dios se había encarnado en la tierra y que su nombre era Sai Baba (nacido el 23 de Noviembre), nos queda por concluir que el 24 de Noviembre el Krishna al que se refiere Sri Aurobindo es Sai Baba mismo y no otro Krishna que bajara –solo- en la materia de Sri Aurobindo.

Así y todo, los discípulos, estudiantes y devotos de Sri Aurobindo pretenden ignorar esta verdad, ignorando el descenso del mismo Dios (según afirmación de Yogananda), pretendiendo que el descenso de Krishna era algo  concerniente exclusivamente a Sri Aurobindo, y de esta manera pierden una visión sintética de la verdad y unos hechos históricos confirmados tanto por Yogananda como por Sri Aurobindo, como por Sai Baba mismo, protagonista de este hecho.

Esta clase de actitud, no es de infravalorar en cuanto demuestra una incapacidad real de absorber la verdad cuando se presenta delante de nuestros ojos, indica claramente un mediocre nivel de entendimiento de la mente y este juego fundamentalista por el cual –solo- la verdad expresada por el propio Guru tiene validez, al mismo tiempo que se demuestran incapaces de ir más allá de su misma comprensión de las palabras dichas por su Guru.

No hace falta decir que esta actitud es un serio obstáculo para el yoga en general y para el yoga integral en particular, cuando se supone que nos movemos hacia una Verdad Integral y una Verdad Sintética.   

 

 

Mother´s pearls

When one is in the countryside, when one walks under the trees and feels so close to Nature, to the trees, the sky, all the leaves, all the branches, all the herbs, when one feels a great friendship with these things and breathes that air which is so good, perfumed with all the plants, then one opens oneself, and by opening oneself communes with the universal forces. And for all things it is like that!

Akashic Records (from "Atem´s Notebooks")VII

I did not expect a farther relation with the Pharaoh.
But this time is not only an akashic register but a real life connection with some of the actors in (IV). This is the chronological report.

>> 2000
While in Auroville, a sensible perceiver tells me I was taking care of her in ancient Egypt when she was an Egyptian princess with severe health problems. She tells me I was a therapist and even tells my name at that time: Nagar. I receive that information, but it do not awake in myself any memory.
While she tells me this I have no manner to discover the truth, I recognize a strange, unexplainable sense of closeness with her, which can't rely only in the few days since we knew each other. But as I say, I don't have any kind of farther perception.

>> 2010 akashic record
I'm seeing myself as a therapist in a previous life in ancient Egypt. It seems my main occupation is taking care of a young princess. She has some important difficulty as she can't move by herself, it seems she was born like that or due to some early problems. The fact is she cannot move and depends entirely by someone who takes care of her, massage her body to avoid blood stagnation and similar therapies. I'm absolutely dedicated to this activity. Taking care of the princess is my main responsibility.
But I do it with great concern because she is one of the daughter of the Pharaoh. I'm quite familiar to the house. There are two brothers of the princess of which I seem to be the tutor, the teacher in  a group of scientific disciplines. At that moment, I can see that the the first born of the Pharaoh has about 19 years old, then the princess which may be little younger, then the last born, which is about 5 or 6 years old. (The two  young couples I describe in III are the sons of the Pharaoh,  as I'm discovering now).

[The therapist which I describe there, was myself, but at the moment of the akashic vision I had no determinant elements to be sure, so even if I thought of it, I did not mentioned that because of such uncertainty, which now in this vision is explaining me that I was actually one of the actors in number III and IV ( the therapist). Through the mental atmosphere I perceive that in that life, I stood on the side of the elder brother to be crowned Pharaoh, and it seems for that reason I've gained some hostility from the younger.]

>> 2010
Circumstances are such  that in this life and in 2010, I had to meet again the two young brothers of the princess, this time incarnated in modern  human beings. I have this sudden perception one day when the three of us coincide in the same place. Even, the voice of the elder brother has still some of its previous characteristics.
So that in this actual life, for unknown circumstances I've met again the three brothers, though each carrying a separate life in different countries on earth. I've noticed the two brothers had an instinctive attraction towards each other and later on they became friends, but they are not realizing that previously they were brothers.

Akashic Records (from "Atem´s Notebooks")VI

It's a room, there are several maps on the walls which represent human history at incredible ancient times, I immediately -know- by simply looking at them that they are authentic revelatory treasures faithfully representing, separately, the movement of different races over the globe, or the history of their settlement in that specific countries, one is representing the general conditions of a great battle which happened somewhere will full details on land, armies etc,.
I came to the sudden conclusion that one has to be qualified in order to get out of the maps their whole potentiality as it seems possible inter actuate with them with a focused attention or a skill it seems I do not dispose at that moment, as to me they remain immobile.
At present I'm facing only one of them.
 In a sense it's very simple (it must be a learning tool which tries to awake subtle perception, because the closer maps show progressive complexity).
There is the drawing of a man on the left of the map, there is an arrow which starts at his feet going westward toward a territory which would resemble the American continent, then this arrow separate into three different arrows with a man each.
I immediately get the sense of the main stream of a race successively dividing into three subsidiary streams while they advance in time and territory.
 I´m quite convinced they must be the ancestors of the Indian tribes of North, Central, and South America, though they seems not original there but proceeding from the East.

The drawings could have been done by a Mayan or Toltec, as it's quite similar to the characteristic way they represent human beings in that cultures. When I focus on them they move.
 But that simple lecture has a whole lot of additional information attached to it,
 because the first man is represented ornamented with elements of the vegetable world and with feathers and bones, while the other three have culturally separated and each is distinctly ornamented, one of them only with bones, another one only wears feathers, and the third one is adorned only with elements of the vegetable world.
I'm witnessing the original stream of a race which in the course of time separated into three distinct cultural identities, and I immediately size the fact that they have differentiated by giving different value to their relation with life and nature. The "People of the Bones" is referring to a culture which mainly set on blood-shedding both for aliment or in their rituals, death/bones represented a fundamental link with life (survival) and it placed them as Lords or officers of the Death, somehow degenerated in a cult of the Death and the power of inflicting death to the victim (either sacrificial or for aliment) which later on was still one of the main aspects in more recent cultures, the arrow was the lowest one as signalling it initially spread in south America.

The central arrow directed towards central territories, and I got immediately the sense that  the "People of the Feathers", represented there, was the stream which most carried the spiritual heritages of the main stream, and a relation with  the sacredness of life as they bent to discover a relation of themselves with the cosmos and the subtle laws, they would be then the astronomer, the builder, and the feathers referred to the frugality of the food as well, as they did not plant or kill to survive, but survived as birds would, with little interference on surrounding life.
The third arrow described a curve towards the North and the man was ornamented with  small bunches of grass on its ears and upper-arm bracelets with green leaves and other vegetable elements on himself as adorn. It evidently referred to a subsidiary stream which focused more in its relation with the vegetable world for survival, using agriculture, and probably discovering and using the natural cycles of plants and Nature or possibly the healing powers of the plants.

I should say here, that I had the impression, possibly wrong, that this main stream existed with independence of other contemporary racial main streams. So it has not to be considered as the origin of -all- the races but of a particular stream within the general appearance of differentiated races of human beings.

Akashic Records (from "Atem´s Notebooks") IV

February 1997
(location: upper most polar regions,(Greenland?), approx. date: 15000 BC -probably during last glaciation)

I´m seeing Earth from space. The position of the lands do not resembles at all  the image my mind still keep into the memory while I'm watching.
Right in the middle it seems there is a tongue of sea which separate two blocks of lands, but I can't keep my attention on the details, as seemingly, is not that the reason for the vision, but instead, my attention is attracted by the upper part of the globe, which is covered by huge extensions of ice. Then slowly I'm approaching a region within it, it seems progressively covered by ice but the last southern tongue of it, where some people is surviving. My consciousness slowly zooms in on the southernmost tongue of land of what looks like a big island or a greater piece of land now freezing and covered with ice. I see somewhere remains of what once could have been a forest, dead naked tree trunks strangled by the ice.

It is but a village of solid wooden houses of  assembled trunks, and smoke is getting out of the roofs, it is a village of fishermen, as it is very close to the sea and there are a few solid boats which incredibly resembles that of later Vikings, only, probably a bit smaller.
I´m quite astonished because I believe there are no evidence of human life during the Ice Age, less in that upper polar regions, and much less, a race of skillful sailors  which built solid boats in that peculiar nut-shell shape typical of the Vikings, so that in a sense, or rather in the true sense, those people are the ancestors of the later Vikings.

The Land is almost fully covered with ice, and only this tiny tongue of land seems relatively free from snow and ice, and it is evident they are having very hard times to survive.
Then suddenly they appear. The whole inhabitants of the village are descending towards the sea all covered with skins of animals, and while approaching me I realize they are quite tall and solid people all blond and long haired, I was expecting they would look a bit as hominids, but I'm surprised to be wrong: they look quite as the historical Vikings!
So I wonder how much time that race was there already before it could evolve in almost modern physical type. I get the sound fact that this race is the prototype and ancestor of any blond descendant. I'm astonished of the mysteries of this book of Nature which reveals me such lessons.
They are quite close to me now, an older man seems to impart the last instructions to a small group  of solid men evidently disposing themselves to leave on a boat, as some fellow is already charging and securing the provisions.

Warm embraces and tears in the eyes of some woman, and though I don't understand a word of what they say, yet I'm getting the whole sense of their responsibility and the whole drama of it.
The ice are covering inexorably the land threatening their survival.
This handful of intrepids is sailing towards an unknown adventure in search of a land where all of them may survive.They will see themselves obliged to leave the land they ever inhabited or face death.
Their whole life, the very stream of their race depends from the exit of the mission, would they die in the sea, all of them would die too, and all the race disappear.
So the men feels  invested with the sacred mission to save their race. The only thing they know, as the elder says, is that if they proceed always eastward, they will get again at their sailing place. And is from that direction that all the village will be waiting for their return.
With incredible skill the men set the sail advancing into open sea pushed by the strong favorable wind.
I'm learning it is the first time ever of a circumnavigation of the globe, occurred during the Ice Age with those men. It is an event of relevance in the akashic registers as one of the greatest achievements of this race. As it were a special page with a special mention of this fact, a page to which I'm freely acceding.
Now I see the men sailing  always eastward, never too far from land, which in this occasion is but an interminable series of narrow, threatening fjords that deeply enters into land. But somehow they are sailing forward searching for a sea route and safe land for their people. It is great the determination in their eyes, they are sailing in a difficult trip, but they will sell very expensive their life, and they make such a precious group of solid will that is really moving considering their difficulties.

Time has passed in the village. Every day someone is on guard to see any boat in the distance. They are faithfully waiting for them to appear among the foamy waves.
Then a day, a loud cry breaks the silence of the village, everybody is running out of their house to the shore with smiles and tears signaling each other the dark spot advancing on the sea. I can see the faces of the sailors and their large smiles, and again that of the people on land, reassured of their survival, then everything disappear.

Akashic records (from " Atem´s Notebooks") III

October 2009
(location: Egypt, no date established)

It is a stepped pyramid of modest dimensions in a sea of small yellow dunes.
Now I can see the entrance, there is a little path from which the sand has been removed, I realize the Pyramid is partly covered by the sand which made it look smaller. It must have been built in very remote times, as its steps are deformed by the erosion. One of its walls is directly facing the sun which suggests me to be oriented with the Cardinal Points.
Without solution of continuity I found myself within the Pyramid. It is a large room summoned in the shadows. The walls are totally covered by a tick black layer of dust and smoke everywhere, even the floor, exception made for a narrow path where it had been brushed out.
I´m giving my back to the entrance, so the sunny wall of the Pyramid is at my right. So at my right I see among the shadows a large number of Boats of Horus, they must have got out of use hundred of years before and abandoned there, the closest to where I am are bigger and looks of relative recent fabric, of painted wood and about two meters long, but  the older, equally covered by the same dust, looks quite primitive, just bunches of steams and some piece of wood, and are noticeably smaller then the other.
On the opposite side of the room, a stone pathway descends in the depths of the Pyramid. The deep silence of the place is broken by the sound of feet walking on the stone floor, so I turn towards the entrance to see the new comer.
My heart jump with delight! Is the same Pharaoh of few days before, I appreciated a lot his person and was worried to have lost (akashic) contact the previous time, and I am immensely glad to see him again! He do not seem to perceive me, so I look at him openly while is approaching.
Poor Pharaoh! He is aged now, and walks slowly, but his head...is firmly looking in front of him.
He doesn't have any sign or symbol of his status, he wears an old cloth and is bare feet, his head perfectly shaved. Astonishingly enough, demonstrating to me the great humility of the Pharaoh, the cloth seems the only thing he possess. I know it is a secret language to the Great Doer admitting his own littleness, and assuming himself as the last of the server.
The Pharaoh is indeed a great figure and I´m moved in perceiving the greatness of his heart.
While he advances he gets out of the pathway reaching the Boats of Horus close to where I am. If I want I can touch him, but still he seems not perceiving my presence. He looks to the boats for a long while and me too with him. Really that boats are representing the steps in the evolution of their culture, from a nearly shepherd's to a more cultured and artistic expression.

But now, the silence is broken again by sounds of bare feet on the floor. The Pharaoh do not even bother to turn himself and continue watching the boats, but I turn with curiosity towards the entrance.
A priest shaved-head and but a small orange tunic till is knees, is somehow heavily taking is way down the stony depths. It is evident he has not make any renounce as the Pharaoh, his belly wrestling with the tight tunic deletes his predilection for food and soft life.
He has a bowl with water into his hands and is followed by a little group of adolescents which orderly form a file behind the priest.
They are totally naked but for a little perizoma and the whole of their body is painted in lively colours with big flowers and green leaves. Each of them is carrying green leaves and freshly recollected flowers of different kinds.
The priest do not even salute the Pharaoh, instead, a moment before he disappears in the depths, he turns towards the elder expressing with his eyes a deep resentment and a clear opposition, together with a sense of petulant superiority. Then he disappears followed by the youths with their nice ornamental drawings.

The Pharaoh has not moved at all, totally absent to the little procession evidently directed towards an inner sanctuary. But it seems as the eyes of the priest have launched a poisonous arrow, as I see him suddenly vacillate and hold himself by the boat, and there, as appeared from nowhere, the therapist of the previous vision is there as well, holding his Master avoiding him to fall into the boat. The therapist is older as well, he looks now on his fiftieths, head shaved as always and wearing a little tunic but this time is yellow with drawings of flowers on it. It must be a special  seasonal recurrence for the large presence of flowers.
The man is thinner then the last time I meet him, and I can see in his eyes a deep devotion for the elder and a great concern for his health, but I seem to read as well, in a corner of his eyes, the unavoidable next disappearance of the great Pharaoh.
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The Master of Wisdom and the Apprentice visionary (III)

That night, as soon my body fell asleep, I found myself awake on the "other side".  I only lost consciousness for a few  moments while the physical body fell asleep, because I hadn't  acquired yet the necessary skill to keep conscious the whole transition, but from that moment on, the physical body continued sleeping while I remained awake. At all the effects, I had never fall asleep.

I was, as to say, a body of consciousness, my mental faculties where all there intact in the transition, and more: now I had a conscious acquaintance and access to a limitrophe condition of being and space of existence.

I would call it a mental body, in a mental space or level.                                                   

This necessary introduction doesn't make any justice to the speed of the process because within moments  as soon as I was aware of the transition, I started a spontaneous ascent into that blue mental atmosphere charged with a whitish fog everywhere, till I remained suspended in the middle of nowhere. 

I concentrated all my attention around me and through that fog, but there was nothing else than that fog. 

Then, an inner injunction alerted me to increase attention, and when I did an invisible swirl at the level of my eyes pierced that fog, and suddenly I saw them. 

It was a circle of beings not far from me.
They were handsome.
They looked all male, with black hair till the base of the neck, all dressed with a blue robe which left their right arm uncovered as the Buddhist monks, or rather,  as the ancient gods in Renaissance paintings or Greek representations.
 The color of their skin was of a pale shade of blue. 

They looked like gods or higher beings of some rank, certainly of a very noble nature, and seemed at ease levitating in the middle of nowhere.

At first I felt somehow embarrassed to present myself there uninvited, and for a moment didn't know what to do, but the next moment I heard a warm, unison telepathic welcome and the invitation to join the group.

In that fog, I had not many options left but join the unfamiliar circle of six or seven, sharing a common telepathic channel and taking part in their activity.

In that new condition of perception, I could appreciate that in spite of their physical similarity, inwardly they each had quite a different and exquisite personality.

Their main interest was an object floating in the middle of the circle.

At first sight it looked like the seed of a plant, big as a dish and open in two halves.

Soon my attention was attracted by one of them saying something like: "At this point, we should say too, that...(don´t remember anymore the whole sentence), in so saying he  uplifted his right arm making a gesture as taking the whole mental concept as "from high", then his arm descended toward the seed with a mudra of his fingers, placing the concept into the seed.

"But then", said another one, "if we say this, we should also say..." (again don´t remember the whole sentence), but he does the same gestures as the previous one, till a number of them give their opinion.

At that point it had become clear that these beings were mental beings of some sort and they were dealing with thoughts and concepts, they could create coherent lines of thoughts, while seeming to have access to some kind of  invisible "mental reservoir" of concepts of different kind, dealing with them with an absolute coherence which I can clearly follow, and then putting them into the seed.

At that point the seed itself attracted  more my attention and I focused on it.

What did look like a seed, looked now a typewritten sheet of paper with sentences on it, and for a few moments I asked myself how was it possible that in such perfection of beings and concepts, things could not be better arranged than presenting a paper seemingly written with an old typewriting machine with some letter out of line. Me too had one such machine with that same regretful defect.

I made an extra effort in order to focus exactly on the sense of the whole writing, but then, I could not avoid a sudden and deep surprise!

The written page was exactly an article of mine on certain aspects of the integral yoga (of Sri Aurobindo) which I myself was writing at that moment! And the defects I detected on the page were those of my own typewriting machine!

That sudden, incredible awareness made me literally fall badly down back into my body again, waking up immediately.

I went to the table, the sheet of paper was still on the roller in all similar, even in the defects of imprints, to the one I just saw. 

That morning, when I sat again to my table in front of the typewriter with the intention to conclude the article, my mind went again to that unknown fellows of the mental world, I asked myself if they were around me invisible and I tried to reflect their observations, which after all was mine as well because I started writing it even before knowing of their existence.

I believed to be the only author of the article,(it was one about the future abolishing of physical death) but now it seemed as other beings had taken part in styling it, only one thing was not clear at that moment: if this happen with any people concentrated and writing on "spiritual matters", or it was a more punctual relation.

For their look and behavior, and for the situation in itself, later I found a mention of similar beings by  Mother (Mira Alfassa) when she mentioned a bluish being at Satprem´s back (citation needed), which she identified as a Muse, incidentally Satprem was at that time writing a book on integral yoga.

This curious association of my article with mental bluish beings  doesn't end here, and it has an incredible follow, since it became the very only physical element I had to verify if my encounters with Sri Aurobindo were real. 

In fact, not much later, I started to have a series of contacts with Sri Aurobindo while being into my subtle body at night. 

The experiences with the Master had been of such a tenor, that I hardly believed truly happened.
On one occasion, he showed me images of a far future,  and even if a part of me firmly believed,
I admit the rational part had severe doubts, it had been such an astonishing experience that I rather tough I'd fall into some great hallucination.
But it ought not to be so.
At the following night, as soon as the body fell asleep and I recovered my mental body, I experienced a sudden fast movement as I were traveling or moving through space at incredible speed.
The travel ended up in India. I immediately recognized the light that lights the Indian noons. I had been there physically several times before, and there was nothing that could have mis-leaded me.
I landed in a room with a window open on a patio with a typical Indian tree and abundant green vegetation.
A man was sitting at a table by the window giving his back to me.
The man was evidently alive and immersed in reading something.
I was at a time surprised to be there and ashamed of being there without the man noticing my presence into his room, as I felt I had invaded his own private space without announcing myself. The next moment Sri Aurobindo appeared at my right side.
My surprise grew in size and I was almost to verbalize it when the Master made a silent gesture to keep quite and observe what was happening.
So I did.
I could perceive a psychological atmosphere surrounding the man, and from where I was, I could see enough of his face to be quite sure he was European. I became aware we were in Auroville.
What attracted me mostly was that peculiar mental atmosphere that surrounded the man.
I could clearly perceive he was of an inquisitive mood, rather critical of the work he was reading, I could clearly sense he was searching for "heretic thinking", as he had invested himself with the authority to decide whether the writing was an orthodox or  an heretic one.
But it resulted a vitiated way of judging since the start, as it spread around him the mentioned  mental atmosphere that was really unpleasant to perceive, and in addition to it, though he seemed quite bent to intellectually recognize a high value to the teaching of the Master, he had no perception at all of the presence of the Master at his back, as he never demonstrated any degree of perception of it but continued undisturbed in his activity.
I turned my eyes a moment toward Sri Aurobindo as for assuring myself I was giving attention to the right things he had call my attention on, then I leaned over the shoulder of the man in order to see what he was reading, and...oh surprise!
He was reading the same article which I had written months earlier when I had had the experience with the mental beings intervening in my article.
I had quite a lot to be surprised with!
I had literally my mouth open but no sound coming out of it, too many questions at a time.
I stood silently observing the Master, waiting for a clarifying answer, but he didn't say a word, only made a gesture with his fingers and the hand as to say: this is how things they are.
At the next moment I wake up again in my body. In Europe.
My article had appeared on a review which I sent to a friend of mine in Auroville. Supposedly, he had given it to the European man to read. I had only one thing to do. Get there physically and ask my friend if such and such a man had any chance to read my article. And if he was in Auroville, try to see him.
And I did. I took a plane and went to Auroville decided to shed some light on the subject.
Having familiarity with my friend, I informed him of my experience in my subtle body in Auroville with the Master, and my need of discovering if the experience had been authentic or was just pure imaginations.
You may understand that the "European man" of my subtle visit had the keys to many of my doubts.
Then my friend asked me to describe the man reading the article.
"Oh, yes", said him after the description, "you have described X. In fact X has been here as a guest, and I gave him the review with your article. I perfectly remember this. He is now at"... (and said a locality in Auroville)...

Back in Europe, I was confronted with some facts of which I could not negate the evidence.
If the last experience with Sri Aurobindo in Auroville was authentic, and it was because the man existed, then all the other experiences with the Master had been authentic, as they all happened during a sequence of some fifteen days or so, and all happened while I was in my subtle body, and as a consequence, my perception of the subtle body was authentic too, though  difficult to prove. 
And If the experiences with the Master were true, then also what he showed me (the future of the earth) had to be considered true and meaningful, as well as what Sri Aurobindo told me in that occasion.
In fact, a moment before to show me the images of the future earth, he told me: "I wish you do something for me".
And was exactly these words I had the most urgent need to verify if they were my hallucination or were true.
But I had not alternative left then believe all had been true.
So that truly the Master had invested me with a requirement.
He had set up a personal relation with me!
But he never told me in clear words what he expected me to do for him.
He left me some clue: the article was a recurrent item in different experiences, I had nowadays a tendency to write, so possibly it could be related with his request.
The very experience in the subtle body in Auroville with Him at my side, had alerted me somehow of how my writings could be received by certain people in the occurrence I would make them public. If I was going to write something about integral yoga, I had not to aspect always a warm indiscriminate welcome.
I also believed to understand, that my writings received some kind of assistance in unknown mental levels I happened to have unconscious access.Who were that bluish beings in the middle of nowhere?
Why they had a relation at all with my writings?
Were they kind of guardians or residents or even gods of higher mental levels whom I happened to meet? A predestined meeting? A purposeful meeting?
I hadn¨t yet all the answers, but the few I had convinced me to continue investigating on the reasons to meet Him and the nature of His wish.        

The Master of Wisdom and the Apprentice visionary (II)

The final message of "a work to be done" of the invisible fellow had not been clarifying  on the nature of the work, but as I was absolutely awake during his visit, and seen the considerable effect of his touch on my whole body which I could not ignore, it made me absolutely incapable of imagining whatever.
A series of seemingly fortuitous circumstances led me just in that place, isolating myself into a wild nature, and opening a parenthesis in my laboral life which I tough I owed to myself anyway, so I took the determination to continue alone there and see what happen and rejoice of nature around me and the opportunity.
Beside of conducing a very healthy life, without electricity or gas, my nights started to get full of events in which I made acquaintance of my subtle body and its functioning.
While my physical body would continue sleeping, I would get unexplainable awake in consciousness into my subtle body and led to experience in several manners with that body, most of the time with some instructor and together with a small group of other people which I interpreted as receiving a similar training.
This group which was sometimes smaller or bigger where taken into places in the subtle world where is released instruction.
Other times the whole group would be taken at the subtle counterpart of physical places on earth to show us some points of an instruction, other we where taken in places with extraordinary inventions, namely, one of them was the subject of our instruction.
I would say it was a subtle replica of some invention which would later appear on the material plane. The one in question consisted in belts and electrodes connected to a screen, when a person sat, the screen would devolve a visual colored aura of the emotional sphere located in the heart area.
The teaching in itself was not on the apparatus but on the different aura we where shown illustrating what meant the differences.
The last example was of a young woman.
In this last case the area was totally black and refractory to any color, we could not appreciate in the face of the woman any visual indication of that fact, she seamed a rather current person, and yet, her heart zone was totally obscured, as she had taken the decision at a moment of her life to willingly shut herself from any heart expression.

At a certain date the group was required to join in a larger group which formed a wide subtle circle in the air. I saw a number of souls ascending within the circle and understood they were women and children mostly which lives had been abruptly severed in earth right then and needed our support to mitigate the consequences on them of that tragic happening. We surrounded all of them in their way up in a warm circle of love.
Later on I learnt that an American missile had exploded into a bunker in the Iraq war, and a big number of women and children had been killed.

Such kind of unconscious training went on till a day I had a pavorous accident which came to put a point to that idyllic condition.

I shouldn't lose by sight why I´m informing you about this, so of this accident I prefer to say it was a pretext.
Only a person whom underwent a similar experience may fully understand what happened at that moment.
It has been called the Night of the Soul.
Sri A. referred to it in Savitri

Learning by means of Visions

 Mother never doubted about her visions as she new they were true.
It was impossible to confound them as mere dreams.
For that, one needs an inner perception which tells you at any time if that experience is a premonitory vision, a prophetic or revelatory one, a wholly symbolic, an akashic vision, or just a dream.
She knows always which kind is it, and so any visionary nature, because visions were not limited to Mother only but is a human possibility.
So the visionary, either a man or a woman, not only has visions but at the same time the certitude it is true and the inner knowledge able to interpret it.

That certitude was built by a number of life dedicated to inner introspection and spirituality, it is not something to achieve in a single life, so that we may say that one has or has not the power of vision, but can´t be built over a single life span.
And normally, the visionary remembers  previous lives or pieces of them of special relevance, and has quite a certainty that his/her soul-story truly embraces thousands of years.
They have glimpses of such an expanded life, which is to them their own way of learning.
But in the vision are two the elements most important, not only one: there is the observed (the vision), and the observer.
The observer is there a complete conscious entity, and even superconscious, but never sub-conscious, the possibilities of a dream are null, because it happens in a conscious or overconscious sphere.
When the vision happen during sleep, it is only the physical body which is sleeping,because  the consciousness needs to be totally awake, so that a vision transforms necessarily sleep into "conscious sleep".
Being in that condition, the person perceive himself as a mental being in a subtle, mental body, and in this condition founds himself well equipped to explore the subtle reality and the mental world.

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Premonitory,prophetic,revelatory visions: Mother testifies that such kind of visions are possible because in the subtle world happenings seems to precede what later will happen on a more material plane,

Teaching by means of Visions

Beside the interest which always Mother's visions have because they are always related to earth transformation or collective spiritual realizations, I have taken here this vision just to show how different the teaching between Sri A. and Mother. It is not that they talk about different things, their teaching is fundamentally the same, but the peculiarity of Mother is that she teach trough visions, but let´s follow this one and all will became clear.


Last night (smiling) I had a symbolic vision of our collectivity... It was the image of a kind of – how to put it? – of an immense hotel in which all earthly possibilities were accommodated in different rooms. And all this was in a state of constant transformation:fragments or entire wings of the building were suddenly demolished and rebuilt. There was order, organization…and there was the fantastic chaos I have described... somewhere in the center of this huge building, a room was reserved – in the story, as it seemed, it was reserved for a mother and her daughter. The mother was a very old lady, a self-important matron with much authority and her own views on the whole organization. The daughter had a sort of power of movement and activity which made it possible for her to be everywhere at once even while remaining in that room which was…well, a little more than a room; it was a sort of apartment, and its main feature was to be right in the center. But she was in constant argument with her mother. The mother wanted to keep things as they were with the rhythm they had, that is, with precisely that habit of demolishing one thing to build another out of it, and then again demolishing another to rebuild another one – which gave the building an appearance of frightful confusion. And the daughter didn’t like that and had another plan.

She wanted above all to bring something quite new into this organization, a sort of super-organization which would make all this confusion unnecessary. Finally, as it was impossible to come to an understanding, she had left the room to go on a sort of round of inspection.… She went her round, saw everything, then she wanted to go back to her own room – for it was her room as well – to take some decisive action. And it was then that something rather peculiar began to happen. She remembered quite well where her room was, but each time she set out to go there by one route either the stairs disappeared or things were so changed that she could no longer recognize her way! And so she went here and there, climbed up and down, searched, went in and out…impossible  to find her room! Somewhere there was – how to put it? – the administration of this hotel, and a woman who was a kind of manager, who had all the keys and knew where everybody was staying. So the daughter went to this person and asked, “Can you show me the way to my room?” – “Oh, yes, certainly, it is very easy.” All the people around looked at her as though saying, “How can you say that?” But she got up and, with authority, asked for a key, the key of the room, and said, “I’ll take you there.” Then she took all sorts of routes, but all so complicated, so bizarre! And the daughter followed her very attentively so as not to lose sight of her. And just at the moment when obviously they should have reached the place where this so-called room was, suddenly the manager – we shall call her the manager – the manager with her key…disappeared! And this feeling of disappearance was so acute that…everything disappeared at the same time.

To help you to understand this riddle, I could tell you that the mother is physical Nature as it is and the daughter is the new creation. The manager is the mental consciousness, organizer of the world as Nature has made it until now, that is, the highest sense of organization manifested in material Nature as it is now. This is the key to the vision. Naturally, when I woke up I knew immediately what could solve this problem which had seemed absolutely insoluble. The disappearance of the manager and her key was a clear indication that she was quite incapable of leading to its true place what could be called the creative consciousness of the new world.  I knew it but I didn’t have the vision of the solution, which means that this is something which is yet to be manifested; this was not yet manifested in that building – that fantastic structure – and this is precisely the mode of consciousness which would transform this incoherent creation into something real, truly conceived, willed, executed, with a center which is in its true place, a recognized place, with a real effective power.

It is quite clear in its symbolism, in the sense that all possibilities are there, all activities are there, but in disorder and confusion. They are neither coordinated nor centralized nor unified around the single central truth and consciousness and will. And we come back, then, to…precisely this question of a collective yoga and the collectivity which will be able to realize it. And what should this collectivity be?

It is certainly not an arbitrary structure like those made by men, in which they put everything pell-mell, without order or reality, and the whole thing is held together only by illusory links, which were symbolized here by the walls of the hotel, and which, in fact, in ordinary human constructions – if we take as an example a religious community – are symbolized by the monastery building, identical clothes, identical activities, even identical movements – I’ll make it more clear: everybody wears the same uniform, everybody rises at the same hour, eats the same things, offers the same prayers together, etc., there is a general uniformity. And naturally, inside, there is a chaos of consciousnesses, each one going according to its own mode, for this uniformity which goes as far as an identity of belief and dogma, is an altogether illusory identity.

This is one of the most usual types of human collectivity: to be grouped, linked, united around a common ideal, a common action, a common realization, but in a completely artificial way. As opposed to this, Sri Aurobindo tells us that a true community – what he calls a gnostic or supramental community – can exist only on the basis of the inner realization of each of its members, each one realizing his real, concrete unity and identity with all the other members of the community, that is, each one should feel not like just one member united in some way with all the others, but all as one, within himself. For each one the others must be himself as much as his own body, and not mentally and artificially, but by a fact of consciousness, by an inner realization.  

(Silence)

That means that before hoping to realize this gnostic collectivity, each one should first become — or at least begin to become – a gnostic being. This is obvious; the individual work should go on ahead and the collective work should follow; but it so happens that spontaneously, without any arbitrary intervention of the will, the individual progress is controlled, so to speak, or held back by the collective state. Between the individual and the collectivity there is an interdependence from which one can’t totally free oneself, granting that one tries. And even a person who tried in his yoga to liberate himself totally from the terrestrial and human state of consciousness, would be tied down, in his subconscious at least, to the state of the mass, which acts as a brake and actually pulls backwards. One can try to go much faster, try to drop all the weight of attachments and responsibilities, but despite everything, the realization, even of one who is at the very summit and is the very first in the evolutionary march, is dependent on the realization of the whole, dependent on the state of the terrestrial collectivity. And that indeed pulls one back, to such an extent that at times one must wait for centuries for the Earth to be ready, in order to be able to realize what is to be realized.

And that is why Sri Aurobindo also says, somewhere else, that a double movement is necessary, and that the effort for individual progress and realization should be combined with an effort to try to uplift the whole mass and enable it to make the progress that’s indispensable for the greater progress of the individual: a mass-progress, it could be called, which would allow the individual to take one more step forward.

And now, I shall tell you that this is why I thought it would be useful to have some group meditations, in order to work on the creation of a common atmosphere that’s a little more organized than…my big hotel of last night!

So, the best use one can make of these meditations – which are gradually becoming more frequent since now we are also going to replace the “distributions” by short meditations – is to go within, into the depths of one’s being, as far as one can go, and find the place where one can feel, perceive and perhaps even create an atmosphere of unity in which a force for order and organization will be able to put each element in its place and make a new coordinated world arise out of the present chaos. That’s all. 

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We have seen here that Mother takes a Vision and gives a teaching with the very elements of her vision. We have rarely seen Sri Aurobindo doing this, if at all.
He understands symbols of visions, he explains them to his disciples when they have some question, but he never called anyone around a vision as a way to teach and learn, this is typical of Mother only.  

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The Subtle Body

Mother and Sri Aurobindo spoke quite clearly of the subtle body and subtle world.
But in order to avoid it remain an intellectual knowledge one needs to prove it to himself.
After all it is not about learning but -being- that transformation and knowledge.
So we don´t have any other option then discover it of first hand.
It also means not being afraid to investigate the eventual value of any other useful information.
I found myself a lot of help in the teaching of the Agni Yoga, based almost in its totality on teaching released on subtler levels, with words as "the Subtle Realm" and "the Fiery Realm", which, to a no-discriminating mind may immediately recall its resonance with the "subtle world" and "supermental world" of Sri Aurobindo.
The reason why it ought to be so are evident but is not of our momentary concern, as we are talking of the subtle body.
When I started to experience "conscious sleep", it was evident a number of things.
The first was that the physical body was sleeping.
The second, was that the subconscious as well was dreaming.
If I wanted to, I could see it as a lower mental appendix of my consciousness, attached to me, but with a certain degree of reciprocal independence.
I was not affected at all for the dreams the subconscious was dreaming, I could see them as on a screen if I wanted to see them, but I could just ignore my subconscious and continue with my experiences.
So, I left behind physical body and subconscious.
Then, I found myself as a nucleus of consciousness, a mental being.
I had all the mental faculties of normal wake consciousness  plus this condition of lack of physicality.
But it was not only -who- I was, but also -where- I was.
It was certainly a space, but not a physical space, rather a mental space, without true objects and dimensions but certain basic blue hues everywhere which was not a flat thing but a "space". It was "things" in its potentiality, they weren't there, but at any moment that space would open on something one has to know or remain just as an unseen possibility.
I would not see any subtle envelope of this mental body/mental being which I was, and yet, in some occasion, if the circumstance needed it, a subtle replica of my physical body would be formed, otherwise, the tendency was getting back to formless mental substance.
That subtle body was not a temporary invention, but had a complete reciprocity with the physical body.
Something like you can fold out and unfold at request, but not of an -essential- presence: to be just that nucleus of consciousness was pretty enough for whatever.
It also gained somehow, as it seemed to share some kind of superior intuition, and even subtler senses, which infallibly told the truth of anything happening there.
I normally did not see either a "body of light", or a "nervous body", or any subtle envelope for the circulating prana and the chakras, though this too, would appear in some concrete occasion, otherwise its presence would remain occult.

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As a consequence of my own perception, (then having value only for me), had I to make parallelism with the descriptions in the integral yoga, I would say that the mental body or mental being of this yoga, was without doubt my own experience of being that formless consciousness.
The "subtle physical" of the integral yoga, would specifically refer to that subtle replica of my physical body and even that "body of light", which would or not appear as necessary, but the word -subtle body- would not refer to something in itself but -the totality- of these more subtle parts.
So that a -subtle body- in itself do not exist, but refers to that larger compendium.
At least, those my own conclusions.

Commentaries on "The Vision"

During the vision I understood the historical reasons why it had to be in Russia and in the U.S.A. where would develop the fundamental elements of that significant change.
In Europe, it was in Russia in its highest degree were the consciousness of the collectivity, of the nation as a human group had reached a significant self-identity.
In the USA, another side of that collective consciousness had grown, the constitutional identity, the civil right, and was there were the legal frame of change was envisioned.
Those two aspects of national identity in its purest forms, are meant to be the collective features of humanity as a whole, and they genuinely represent the expression of the Self of the nation. The growth of the collectivity into a Self, is an unavoidable circumstance of which those two countries are precursors.

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The Vision had a sequence and a structure.
It was revelatory and symbolic at the beginning, then markedly akashic in the middle, while towards the end the three aspects melt together.

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I had no elements but a subtle sense to understand it was in Russia: in the vision, I perceived the people was in the same historical physical places where another important manifestation of national identity had occurred.

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Revelatory: it is a dialog of primordial divine forces in which man is an accessory part. A mere observer.
Symbolic: it becomes a dialog of that forces with the man, a language of symbols.
Akashic: it is more strictly related with Matter, Nature, Man, and mostly in an  sequential, historical perspective.

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 I could not avoid to fall on the similarity of mine:

 "I could see now as all the voices of humanity had arose in a single cry of joy all over the planet at the same time", and the words of the young man in Mother's 2nd vision:

The valiant host of evolving supermen is making ready so that when the time comes its efforts may be joined to ours. <<< Soon a hymn of joy shall ring forth, the paean of triumph and glory>>>

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If our interpretation of the visions is correct, the young of the vision of Mother is the same D.S., his "hymn of joy", mine "cry of joy" seems signaling a same fact.

In my description, I could not render the extraordinary importance which I perceived at that moment, of that unison cry of joy of the humanity as "one being". 

It was the whole planetary Consciousness manifesting itself as a single being, and that absolute identification was the first time in the history of humanity.

The Early Morning Breeze

The early morning breeze seemed to have the power to penetrate into your mind and refresh it.
You were a bit surprised, while you filled your lungs with the fresh balm.
You knew the relief was but a momentary one, it was going to be another hard sunny day.
While you breathed your mind became spontaneously silent. Again you were surprised but didn't react, immobile as the white wall at your back, you seemed to melt with the nature around you,
as you were but another ivy leaf moving under the soft blows of the breeze.
Born from the still depths of your being an immortal Voice arose.
It seamed as waves from a far off, inner eternal ocean, murmuring over the shores of Life.
You leaned to listen...

You are not living a process to share only with your mate or with a group,
You are living a transformation which is called Life,

and its purpose is to be shared with everyone.
We are concerned with the globality of Life
not only parts of it.
To meet intimately a person or the surrounding talks to us of the amplitude
of this process, which will take us till
the Fiery Skies on High.
To meet intimately do not means in a promiscuous manner,
in the relations, the father is the father and the son is the son,
the lover is the lover and a friend is just a friend,
we should live with Reverence each relation which is given us,
keeping the highest place of this Reverence for the Supreme.
It will be from there that we will conduct our lives
as a constant movement of Inclusive Love.

The Master of Wisdom and the Apprentice visionary (I)

The following experience inaugurated the whole series of supernatural events which took place at the ancient water mill, where a fortuitous accident kept me a whole year  isolated and conducting by necessity a very frugal existence.  The events culminated in several meetings with Sri Aurobindo and the administering of some special information. Evidently, I was the main beneficiary but later I was required to share at some extent the experiences and a few notes I took while all happened. 

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One morning while I was away from the watermill  I received a clear injunction, a message, a clear thought in my mind which said I had to get back home because "a friend was coming to see me".  Being as it was the 24th December, I had a different plan for the day, basically I resisted the idea of remaining all alone at the watermill if "that voice" had revealed itself untruth, and for a while I tried to ignore the whole matter, but the experience had been so unique and imperative that I found difficult to resist:  less than an hour later I was on my way back to the secluded water mill I had recently acquired.

I actually had no friends at all there, so while I got back I just could not make up my mind which friend it could be, supposing of course,  that the injunction had to be trusted at all. 

Back home I spent the rest of the day making some cleaning, preparing some food and fruits just in case, and when I finished I sat cross legged on the carpet by the fire. 
It was cold, the night of the 24th December, probably 1996.

Night came and the stars, but nobody approached the house,  in the darkness not even myself could recognize  the narrow and difficult path to the next village, it was impossible for anybody else to get to my place at night without knowing the path.

Still cross legged on the floor I was bitterly considering that the inner injunction had not been a real thing,  for a while I recriminated myself for easily giving ear to it and losing the opportunity to spend Christmas Eve with a couple of new friends, now I was there all alone and surely I would remain all alone the following days. 
Next time -I sentenced to myself- I could not just trust any such "voice" prompting me to do something. 
I was about to stand up and go to bed when... something happened...

Someone was at the door. And that "someone" entered the house but I could not -see- him, I was positively perceiving a mighty,  invisible presence, it had such an impressive power that for a moment I feared it would blow up the whole house.

I was... petrified!... All my hair stood up on edge while the presence approached me and now...oh my god! It.. was clearly standing in front of me!
I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer to the Divine Mother hoping for a miracle,  but nothing happened:  when I opened my eyes again the "presence" was still there, unmoving!..
Then, it touched me...

The mighty "presence" touched my subtle body at the lowest point of the sacral area and suddenly a powerful red-orange stream of fire appeared at the base of the spine: it  thinned into a single stream of white light while climbing up my lowest vertebrae, still in the lumbar region the white beam split into two main beams of different polarity and soon they farther split into subsidiary beams alternately charged. They orderly advanced along mi limbs and trunk while progressively surrounding the whole body with a net of white light; several spots along the beams started gleaming faintly. 

 The head was last to be reached by the thin beams of light and their subsidiaries: climbing neck throat and face they all ended up at the same time side by side circling my head,  surrounding it with a magnetic force-field which radiated circular waves through the air. 

Unquestioning, motionless, cross legged on the floor, I stood there simply observing and perceiving that peculiar condition of being.  

I felt as within a deep,  almost solid condition of peace summoned to a physical well being as never before: joining my hands I gave thanks to the invisible presence pleading forgiveness for my previous, frightful welcome.

Still no words from the Presence, I understood must have been a Mahatma, a Guru able to transmit by touch a complex spiritual experience, able to be there at wish ignoring the limitation of space and time, able to send me a message in the morning so I could meet Him.

Suddenly I was curious to know more about that Presence, a name,  identifying himself.

It seemed a signal, at once I felt the Presence was about leaving and I rushed a few questions with the hope of retaining him: 
-Who are you-?..  
-Why...this?-...
 -Shall I meet you again-?..
 But there were no answer to my questions, only, just before disappearing, a single thought reached again my mind, this time clearly coming from the departing Presence: 
-It is a bliss for the work you have to do.

-...Work?...Which work?..... I questioned curious. But the Presence wasn't there anymore to answer my question...

(A few months later I will learn  the "Presence" was Sri Aurobindo).

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With little differences  acupuncture charts have similarities with the experience of seeing the beams of light circling around my body. In acupuncture chart there is no mention of the fire appearing at the base of the spine, though they depict quite well how the main beam split into two and those into subsidiary beams; the charts moreover do not mention the magnetic aura circling the head and emitting waves. The acupuncture charts depict a system closed on itself, but the experience shows that there is a constant inflow of energy which feeds the system, all along the experience the red-orange fire never ceased to flow from the base of the spine, climb and transform itself into thin beams of white light. 

The whole thing looked quite  alike meridians of light and their blinking associated points of acupressure.